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 was proud, the eyes almost defiant. The curve of chin andneck was perfect. A curious, deep- meaning look glistened in his eyes as he riveted them upon her.

“Not quite in that way you looked when last _ I saw you,” he said. “You were frightened then; the reckoning seemed so near. And have I finished with my hunting, do you think? Irene,” his voice grew suddenly, passionately soft, while through it vibrated a note of the utmost intensity, “were the world twice as large it would not be big enough to hide you from iaatey

To his excited imagination the full mouth curved more scornfully; the eyes blazed a deeper defiance.

“Damn you!” he shrieked. “TI hate you!’

He struck her full in the face with his clenched fist. There was a shattering of glass and a tiny stream of blood on his fingers. Looking round he caught the reflection of his face in the mirror, and with a stealthy cat-like tread he approached the thing and glared in. Then he glanced nervously round as though apprehensive of another presence. He turned

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